The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 55

After uttering those words, Madelyn dashed up the stairs in a hurry.

However, within just half a minute, a piercing scream erupted from upstairs, “Ah!”

Zach glanced upward, instantly surmising that Madelyn had likely taken quite a nasty fall, given the intensity of the scream.

Clad in his black striped pajamas, Zach exuded an even icier and more ominous aura than before. His hand shot out, gripping Jasmine’s hair tightly. “You’re so desperate for male attention, huh? Well, next time, I won’t mind bringing a few more men to keep you entertained.”

Her eyes betrayed no signs of intoxication; they were clear and alert. “Zach Jardin, are you serious? Let go of me! It hurts! “She clutched onto Zach’s hand, carefully observing his expression. It was evident that he was

if you dare to use your filthy body to do that again,

she let out a desolate laugh. “Alright… But before that, Zach, can you let me have you once? Spend a night with me, and then I’ll give

eyes filled with impatience. “Seems like you really need to sober up.” Zach twisted his neck, his gaze icy and predatory. He grabbed the still disoriented Jasmine from the floor and carried her toward the

ago, she had stumbled on the stairs on the fourth floor, leaving her in excruciating pain that made her question

emerged from the bathroom, clad in a nightgown adorned with a cute strawberry print. Using a hair clip, she pinned up her damp strands, which clung softly to her neck, a few droplets of

edge of her bed, Madelyn gently applied some muscle rub to her aching ankle. She was grateful that she had brought it

few tissues to wipe her hands

at the clock, she realized it was already close to eleven o’clock. It was rare for her to stay up past that time. Moreover, the few hours of intensive dance practice had left her exhausted. Hence, he nestled into her pillow and succumbed to the embrace

cicadas. In the early hours of the morning, the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock resonated, followed by the familiar creaking of